You can read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, and part 5 (NSFW) here.
Derek didn't answer Gerard's taunt. Instead, he had his eyes focused on Stiles who was very still.
"The police will be here soon," growled Derek. He was sure Erica and Boyd had found the sheriff by now.
"Hm," said Gerard, "if only they weren't preoccupied with something else."
Fear shot through Derek. Gerard had planned this, had prepared for this. Had the fire at the party been his doing?
Derek showed his fangs, "What do you want?"
"Now that's more like it," said Gerard, "We can have a friendly conversation." Gerard turned Stiles around in his chair and Stiles wouldn't meet Derek's eyes.
Derek didn't take his eyes off of Stiles, "What do you want, Gerard?"
"Oh I think you know what I want," replied Gerard, tapping his gun against Stiles's leg. "I want you to get out of town."
This hadn't been what Derek was expecting so he just moved his stare from Stiles to Gerard.
"I want you and your filthy little pack to skip town and leave humans out of your business."
"If you don't want humans in my business then let Stiles go."
"Oh I'm not sure I can let a tainted human like this go," smirked Gerard.
"Your granddaughter is just as tainted," hissed Derek before he could tell himself not to.
"Watch your mouth," Gerard said, using his gun to force Stiles's head up.
Derek saw why Stiles had been avoiding his gaze. There was genuine fear in his eyes but also pain. Had Gerard already hurt him?
Derek tried to break through the mountain ash barrier, he struggled and flung all of his strength against it, but he couldn't get through. He was failing. He was failing Stiles.
"If I agree to leave town, will you let him go?" Derek asked, exhaustion creeping into his voice.
"I think I'd need more than your word." Gerard tipped Stiles's head towards him, "I think I'd need to keep this one with me until you left town."
"Not happening."
"Der--" Stiles was cut off by Gerard smacking him in the face with the gun, forcing his head to the side.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" Gerard asked before cracking his neck and straightening himself. "Kids, they never do listen, do they?"
Derek wanted to scream. He wanted to tear Gerard limb from limb. But mostly he wanted to rush to Stiles. His shock prevent the first and the mountain ash prevented the other two.
"S'not so bad," Stiles whispered so only Derek could hear, but there was blood coming out of his nose.
Sirens sounded in the distance. Too faint for Gerard to hear, but Derek felt a wave of relief wash over him. The police would come. Stiles would be okay. He had to be okay.
Gerard had noticed Derek perk up. "I'll take that as my cue, but think about what I said or," he looked at Stiles, "next time I won't be so kind in my aim." Gerard, without looking away from Derek, shot Stiles in both feet.
Stiles screamed and Derek roared, neither noticing that Gerard snuck out the window with something from Stiles's room until Derek suddenly fell forwards, the circle of mountain ash having been broken.
Derek scrambled forward to Stiles, "Stiles, stay with me, stay with me." He used his claws to break the duct tape and carried Stiles as fast as he could to his car. The sirens were still far away and Derek knew he could get to the hospital faster. He'd outrun worse in his camaro before.
Teen Wolf MTV (I don't own any of the characters)
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